A Victorian Anthology, 1837-1895: Selections Illustrating the Editor's Critical Review of British Poetry in the Reign of Victoria, Том 1Edmund Clarence Stedman Houghton Mifflin, 1895 - Всего страниц: 744 |
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... FALL OF A SOUL FAREWELL · • IL FIOR DEGLI EROICI FURORI VENICE THYSELF THE SONNET Frederic William Henry Myers FROM " SAINT PAUL · • ON A GRAVE AT GRINDELWALD A SONG A LAST APPEAL IMMORTALITY A LETTER FROM NEWPORT · I SAW , I SAW THE ...
... FALL OF A SOUL FAREWELL · • IL FIOR DEGLI EROICI FURORI VENICE THYSELF THE SONNET Frederic William Henry Myers FROM " SAINT PAUL · • ON A GRAVE AT GRINDELWALD A SONG A LAST APPEAL IMMORTALITY A LETTER FROM NEWPORT · I SAW , I SAW THE ...
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... fall in turn , As , touch'd by zephyrs , fall and rise the boughs Of graceful platan by the river - side ? Hamad . Lovest thou well thy father's house ? Rhaicos . Indeed I love it , well I love it , yet would leave For thine , where'er ...
... fall in turn , As , touch'd by zephyrs , fall and rise the boughs Of graceful platan by the river - side ? Hamad . Lovest thou well thy father's house ? Rhaicos . Indeed I love it , well I love it , yet would leave For thine , where'er ...
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... fall , and yet unfallen . She drew back The boon she tender'd , and then , finding not The ribbon at her waist to fix it in , Dropp'd it , as loth to drop it , on the rest . FAREWELL TO ITALY I LEAVE thee , beauteous Italy ! no more ...
... fall , and yet unfallen . She drew back The boon she tender'd , and then , finding not The ribbon at her waist to fix it in , Dropp'd it , as loth to drop it , on the rest . FAREWELL TO ITALY I LEAVE thee , beauteous Italy ! no more ...
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... fall of Angels , and the doom First of immortal , then of mortal , Man . Glory ! be glory ! not to me , to God . MACAULAY THE dreamy rhymer's measur'd snore Falls heavy on our ears no more ; And by long strides are left behind The dear ...
... fall of Angels , and the doom First of immortal , then of mortal , Man . Glory ! be glory ! not to me , to God . MACAULAY THE dreamy rhymer's measur'd snore Falls heavy on our ears no more ; And by long strides are left behind The dear ...
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... fall the faithless brass That made the men as faithless . But when you Found them , or fancied them , and would not hear That they were only vestiges of smiles , Or the impression of some amorous hair Astray from cloister'd curls and ...
... fall the faithless brass That made the men as faithless . But when you Found them , or fancied them , and would not hear That they were only vestiges of smiles , Or the impression of some amorous hair Astray from cloister'd curls and ...
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Стр. 201 - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. ' Forward the Light Brigade ! Charge for the guns !
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Стр. 118 - O men with Sisters dear ! O men with Mothers and Wives! It is not linen you're wearing out, But human creatures' lives! Stitch - stitch - stitch, In poverty, hunger, and dirt, Sewing at once with a double thread, A Shroud as well as a Shirt.
Стр. 172 - tis not in grief to harm me, While Thy love is left to me : Oh, 'twere not in joy to charm me, Were that joy unmixed with Thee. 3 Take, my soul, thy full salvation ; Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care ; Joy to find in every station Something still to do or bear...
Стр. 57 - Lead, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom, Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home — Lead Thou me on! Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see The distant scene, — one step enough for me. I was not ever thus, nor pray'd that Thou Shouldst lead me on. I loved to choose and see my path, but now Lead Thou me on!
Стр. 132 - Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life ; and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
Стр. 27 - A thousand spurs are striking deep, a thousand spears in rest, A thousand knights are pressing close behind the snow-white crest; And in they burst, and on they rushed, while, like a guiding star, Amidst the thickest carnage blazed the helmet of Navarre.
Стр. 153 - MAY I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their presence : live In pulses stirred to generosity, In deeds of daring rectitude, in scorn For miserable aims that end with self. In thoughts sublime that pierce the night like stars, And with their mild persistence urge man's search To vaster issues.